badbabysitter
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I'm looking for a scene that is at least INITIIALLY nonconsensual. It can be a little rough, or very rough (I'm not looking for romantic, nor am I looking for outright torture)--it depends on how your characters play and mine react. Your characters might seduce the daughter or mother, or just take her by force, or some combination thereof. This story will not be for the squeamish. I do picture this being a story rather than a single scene. How your character(s) encounter mine is up to you...maybe they just say mine, or they have been following them, or...whatever it is, it's up to you. I'm making the first scene so the possibilities are open.
Please be able to write replies more than one or two sentences.
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The day had dawned warm, here in the desert. By afternoon, warm would turn to scorching hot, so Rosalyn roused her daughter Tracy at 6 in the morning.
"Mom, it's early," Tracy whined, still groggy. Rosalyn couldn't bring herself to be mad at her daughter...she herself had only been roused by the keening wail of the clock-radio at the nightstand of her bed in the two-star motel. A raucous dissonance that somehow the 18 year-old had slept through.
"We've got to get going," Rosalyn said, pulling her still-fit 42 year-old body out of bed. She looked at herself in the mirror...she was a little matronly, but still had D-sized breasts that sagged only ever-so-slightly. Her skin was freckled, but far from wrinkled. She brushed her blonde hair back, and prepared for a shower. "Why don't you walk across the street to the donut shop and get us some breakfast. It's gonna get hot fast, and I want us to be on the road by seven."
Tracy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had blondish-brown hair, and a C-sized chest, with smooth white skin. "Okay Mom. But tomorrow it's your turn. I'm still tired from high school." She gave her mother a wink.
"Thanks dear," Rosalyn said, stumbling toward the bathroom.
"Hey, what kind of donuts do you want," Tracy asked. "Your usual jelly-filled?"
"Uh-huh," the woman said.
"Okay," Tracy said. She grabbed a ten from the table, then stepped outside. She found her mother was right. It was hot and bright. As she walked away from the building, it felt a little cooler. The desert town was still waking up. There was the sound of motorcycles and diesels from the highway. Across the highway was a shop marked "Jim's Coffee and Donuts." It looked as weatherbeaten as the rest of the town. As she crossed the highway, she realized she had to go to the bathroom. Since she was already here, she figured she might as well use the bathroom in the back of the donut shop, then go in and place her order.
Okay, there's the opener. Your characters can lie in wait and build up their own story...or meet Tracy in the bathroom, or Rosalyn in the hotel room that Tracy forgot to lock. Up to you...
Please be able to write replies more than one or two sentences.
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The day had dawned warm, here in the desert. By afternoon, warm would turn to scorching hot, so Rosalyn roused her daughter Tracy at 6 in the morning.
"Mom, it's early," Tracy whined, still groggy. Rosalyn couldn't bring herself to be mad at her daughter...she herself had only been roused by the keening wail of the clock-radio at the nightstand of her bed in the two-star motel. A raucous dissonance that somehow the 18 year-old had slept through.
"We've got to get going," Rosalyn said, pulling her still-fit 42 year-old body out of bed. She looked at herself in the mirror...she was a little matronly, but still had D-sized breasts that sagged only ever-so-slightly. Her skin was freckled, but far from wrinkled. She brushed her blonde hair back, and prepared for a shower. "Why don't you walk across the street to the donut shop and get us some breakfast. It's gonna get hot fast, and I want us to be on the road by seven."
Tracy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had blondish-brown hair, and a C-sized chest, with smooth white skin. "Okay Mom. But tomorrow it's your turn. I'm still tired from high school." She gave her mother a wink.
"Thanks dear," Rosalyn said, stumbling toward the bathroom.
"Hey, what kind of donuts do you want," Tracy asked. "Your usual jelly-filled?"
"Uh-huh," the woman said.
"Okay," Tracy said. She grabbed a ten from the table, then stepped outside. She found her mother was right. It was hot and bright. As she walked away from the building, it felt a little cooler. The desert town was still waking up. There was the sound of motorcycles and diesels from the highway. Across the highway was a shop marked "Jim's Coffee and Donuts." It looked as weatherbeaten as the rest of the town. As she crossed the highway, she realized she had to go to the bathroom. Since she was already here, she figured she might as well use the bathroom in the back of the donut shop, then go in and place her order.
Okay, there's the opener. Your characters can lie in wait and build up their own story...or meet Tracy in the bathroom, or Rosalyn in the hotel room that Tracy forgot to lock. Up to you...
